Page 121 of Hell Hath No Fury

While we hold on tight to all we have left,

Hope, cause maybe we’ll relearn how to love

Once we decide enough is enough.

Issa’s lip curls as I turn to her, her eyes still glaring, though no longer directed at me. The crowd waits, the tap, tap, tap of my drummer, knowing from experience that she’s revving up, that anger spiraling inside her fueling a fire she’ll unleash in due time.

Enough of this hate,

This endless need to aggravate

Indiscriminately yet with great intent

To differentiate a gaping chasm between classes

That were supposed to be long past eradicated.

Enough of this deep wrong

Behind the societal norm

To roll over and blindly conform

To the man, the grifter, the mega-rich

Motherfucking misogynist

Enough of the people who spout off

About their personal ideas of ridiculousness

Like basic human rights,

Bodily autonomy, Social Security,

A fucking Ponzi scheme

Enough of this closed-minded,

Judgmental nonsense

Where we waste all this energy

Worrying about those doing no harm

And instead, choose to openly support

Cheats, thieves and rapists.

Enough of this complicity,

this tendency to fall back on ignorance

when the blowback doesn’t affect you.

Because if you’ve forgotten how to love

You need to ask yourself

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